Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Index,
The Move,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.